Chicago Rose Lyrics

Is it cold in here or is it just your look
Like a winters day so misunderstood
It's not a love sublime or a tender hold
It's just another day of shows
With my Chicago rose

As the curtains rise as the lights go down
The pretty dancers dance
I hear their songs it's where I belong
It's the way the flowers grow
With my Chicago rose

And there's no sweeter shame as we anticipate the flow Where I've seen it fall before
But I'm on my toes with my Chicago rose

Is it cold in here ir is it just your smile
I find it so strange I'm on the top of the pile
Isn't love surreal everybody knows
With my Chicago rose

And there's no deeper breath upon a treble clef of love
I've heard it all before now
As the mirror balls glows I'm on my toes
With my Chicago rose

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